Lluki is half Mexican, half Japanese, and of Catholic upbringing. She had AuDHD. In a rock duet with her best friend Quincy, she plays the drums and death metal screams, but also sings: "Sings like a bluebird, death metal screams like a thunderstorm". She was born in 2001, making her about... 13-14 at the time of the story, which is set in 2014-15 (at the start). As a young adolescent, she is 4'2". Her adult version in 2025 is more verbal, and she has tattoos and a sense of humor considered "odd" to others. I believe here she is 5'1".

This is Lluki with a little bit of Quincy!
I want to draw comics at some point--like SOON; and Lluki isn't *the* main character, but she'll definitely be a part of the main cast.

A'ight, shitpost continued.

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Hiiii, welcome to the Daily Mail, where in CHICAGO, local pastor caught AURA FARMING--
Interview.

Reporter [confronting pastor with microphone]: Sir, you were caught AURA FARMING in the local ALDI--
Pastor: [giggly, trying to contain it] Do excuse me?!

This is a shitpost.

there was a man who was a man I'm sorry there was a man who was a meme--
Elon Musk: I am MEME--
No, wait. Tha's cringe. *dies by glitching in the staircase and then clipping violently against the staircase to the point of my character model fucking BREAKING--*

to be continued

It's like majestic cloud, I love it so much, and she's just such a beautiful woman. Nicely done!

Hell yeah, sister. You have definitely earned happiness and we all want the best for you <3

...will have to happen is that I just find some time to work in a quiet space tomorrow, look over my manuscript, and try to write the magic. It's going to be daunting, I am going to fret not having done proper research on flowers... but... I need to break out of this paralysis.

#NewYear'sResolution

...mustered up the will, the mindset, the confidence to write it, and now... now the anxiety (which is winding down) and the depression (which is also winding down) have drained me, and I just... can't write the magic anymore! Gah! I look at my writing and think "What the hell is this?!"
So, what...

Likely no one will care, and that's fine, but I just need to cry into the ether for a minute:
I'm writing my book, right? It's taking a while, but I am working on it, and there's a magic I wanted to write about when I was younger, and I was told "Eugh, don't write it, it's filler" but I've...

That's so sh###y! And the way this is messaged reads as so predatory--a "PSA"? What public service are you doing, targeting, what was it, "Girls"? So there's nothing saying we aren't targeting teenagers as well, whose young women are subject to social pressure that becomes the norm?
Blood boiled. :(

On the left: Bob from Animal Crossing (happy birthday, buddy). On the right: Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus. Both are purple (Bob is darker and bluer and Jax is brighter and redder, but both purple nonetheless) Both have tall purple ears (Bob's are of a cat, Jax is of a rabbit) Both have half-circle eyes with yellow sclera and slick black blocks for pupils.

Wait, hold on, hang on just a minute...
this... that's crazy--I'm glad I saw this.

Happy Birthday, Bob (from Animal Crossing)!

Random Lore:
Pencílle was reincarnated inside of the house of a powerful witch, who summoned Pencílle as a demon. Really, it was two wicked souls trying to strike a deal, but, for all her brilliance, Pencílle's soul started off as the dumber of the two and got cursed by her backstabbing partner.

Hang in there. Just know you're doing great.

Two cunts who don't know how to drive a Lime scooter couldn't take insults after dishing out insults when they cut me, a pedestrian with the right of way, off on the street. But I didn't make it easy for them, so there you go.
So they transfer to the sidewalk, commit battery against me and ride off.

I know it's like… already over halfway through the month but I feel myself really tripping on Preptober. Granted, I barely go on any retreats to do this, but besides being generally busy, I'm also just… distracted by random bullshit…? And often very sad.
I'm not giving up, but it's hard.

#Preptober

"We weren't birthed from cake, we've been born from fruit blossomed from the Orchard Once the moon is once again full to wash the world anew But now God is chasing me as he spins the Earth as he chases the directions around the world." ...reads the poem in the top left corner, and a new moon is sketched in the top right. Below are Pencílle (in blue and green) and Petunia (in pink, with the bright red hair) running through fruits to escape a malevolent force behind those cupcakes. Or the cupcakes themselves, but more likely the former.

First off, the stains are mud. "First he made me a batter, made from the boy I like--butter...cream, eggs, jellybeans Chased me with the cake knife cut the leaky crimson sin from my heart God are the eyes whom follow you in the dark chasing you ...He is in your heart." ...reads the script from the top left corner. In the top right is a glowing turquoise planet with pretty magenta eyes, in indigo space. Under that in a sky blue background is a green apple with nice sky blue eyes, looking off. In the middle is a man with the same eyes as the planet with blush to match, and his hair and vest, like the planet itself, are turquoise. He even has a nice magenta rounded star about him. He's also sketched off toward the bottom left corner, with a neckerchief tie, hotpants with suspenders, and a nice shirt, holding a frosted cupcake in his left hand and holding a knife... pointed forward... in the other. Above the partially colored illustration of him is the date he's introduced, Sept. 21, 2011. Yeah, this isn't meant as anything but a concept for fictional horror, so please, don't look deeply into this as some sort of attack.

To tell you all the truth, I have a lot of sketches that I don't post, but I'm going to start posting more of them. Here's two colored renditions!
...This is fiction, though, so if something strikes a negative chord with you, please keep in mind that this is a fictional concept leaning into horror.

These all sound like they smell pretty good ☆

Feast your eyes on my choppy attempts at Japanese penmanship. Raymond, armed with a staff, is an angel in the sky calling out, "Pietro and Sam are leading a cult!! Don't just blindly obey them!!" On the ground, Pietro, our beautiful PK princess, armed with a sword adorned with a cross, stands and calls for worship of God, the loving father. To the left is Samuel, (named a "former demon") armed with an axe, and smitten, says, "Anything for you, my maiden!" And Quincy, (named a follower of Baphomet) to the right and armed with a sword, bows down and humbly prays, declaring, "We shall pray not for forgiveness, but for humility." Atop is a message that God is always watching, and that he always loves you.

Oh boy this this massive text...; "Adventure: Bro, you do realize she's a Christian, yeah?" In the middle off to the left, a caped, bespectacled demon with a wicked tongue and fangs tips his hat at a little princess in a frilly dress and a Christian cross over her ribbon as she stands on a dais surrounded by flower bushes, offering her a "genius apple" that peeks out from his grasp and says "Hey." They have a conversation mainly in Japanese. She is receptive to him at first but as he refers to himself as "un Satannette", or "mini-Satan", she says, "Che cazzo?" and then politely dismisses and vanquishes him. It ends at the left with, "And thus, Satan-kun went off to disturb the other two faces of Eve." In the right corner, the same apple is "also confused. And upset." as he sits there, somewhat buzzed. There's a disclaimer underneath the demon man claiming, "This was made for comedy, not religion or politics."

Wait, here's more. Who's down for some Google Translated "manga"?
...Oh no, is that Satan in one of them?!

#ManyFaithsOneHumanity

On October 3rd (of 2011), Pencílle, clad in pants, short books, and a turtleneck sweater, glumly walks through the darkness when a voice interrupts this melancholy: "Pencílle!" Pencílle perks up and looks behind her; "Darling!" Behind her is Petunia, in her dress with the frilly collar. Petunia wears an expression of wide-eyed, stern worry; "Pencílle... you're acting like you're slowly not living anymore! What's going on?!" Pencílle eagerly approaches a concerned and confused Petunia. Pointing her finger, Pencílle says, "Will my anecdote surge your pride for me, Petunia? Over the past couple of days, I did discover a demon in the outreach of my mundane viewpoint whom I do believe is my shadow!" Hand sketched by myself in my sketchbook, across one large page.

I've been drawing again! Tiny's Sketchbook is actually a sketchbook!
I know, I'm shocked, too!

While these frichen Lime scooters haven't been a problem for me personally over the past few years, thankfully, I still see them parked willynilly on the sidewalks.
I'm going to maybe imagine a version of Power Battle Watch Car, except instead of AI remote cars, it'a rogue electric scooters.

This feeling that you're a small ant fighting a tyrant... and that no one will protect you, well... I've thought about it, and for me, it isn't scary. I can fight for myself.
But it sure as fuck is lonely.

Not to be that one clown but… to Hell?

Fabulous~

All I wanted yesterday was to learn the Native American perspective on Earth Day... and found Fuck-The-Lefties-core. Like, bro, who asked? Why does "Mr. President Donald Trump" have to make everything about himself? It's the website of United States Department of Agriculture!

#FuckTrump

Sorry, work that I am humbled by and blessed to have kept me busy (uh, if anyone cares). Anyway, being drunk off your ass to piss off your abusive parent who keeps finding new and creative ways to start shit with you… is FUCKING LIIIIIIT, BRO!!!

#FuckPsychologicallyAbusiveParents they get pain now!

Fuck yeah Michelllllllle!

At least he admitted he isn't qualified--

I am taking the idealist route as a cynic: cynicism and idealism can coexist as yin and yang. The cynical route would be to absolutely demonize either one. I strive to act on my idealism while respecting my cynicism and understanding why and how it exists.
If it is a wound, it'll heal on its own.

Kit la Renarde: a 4'5" blond, teal eyed vixen in a red, black, and purple accented white sailor fuku and one aggressive attitude. She has some scars and burns on her, and bandages over her left arm because this gal is aggressive.

Hey, everyone.
I made a Sonic OC! Hooray! This took me three days in Microsoft Paint.
What do you think?
And... I ship her with Shadow. ...Don't worry, it isn't easy--he scoffs at and roasts her, but she takes in stride and always tries to impress him anyway :'P

Timing is EVERYTHING.
Come, join the resistance. See how we make them burn. #BookSky 📚🪓

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